12067/It's LIKE a Vacation

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It's LIKE a Vacation
Date of Scene: 23 August 2020
Location: Common Area - Milano
Synopsis: The guardians discuss where to vacation.
Cast of Characters: Star-Lord, Rocket Raccoon, Gamora




Star-Lord has posed:
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Over the intercom, the notes of Elton John end a little abruptly, in the middle of a verse of 'Rocket Man'. Quill's voice cuts in. "Anyone awake, and want input on this? Come out into the common area, or let the opportunity to vote pass you by."

Quill is relaxed in the common space, with a myriad of monitors active, showing five different luxerious locations. Vacation destinations! There's a massive cruise starship, a weird planet of carnivals and games, a planet of naked massaging amazons....

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Awake? Awake? Who would be dumb enough to be awake around now?

Rocket mumbles as he drags a tail into the common room, black beady eyes looking a little bleary. "This better be good, Quill.. this-- oh.. hello?"

Gamora has posed:
Oh god, they needed to vote on something?

Gamora wasn't sleeping. Whatever it was she was doing, it clearly wasn't holding her up by the speed at which she arrives in the common room. "Is this something that's going to get us killed, and if so, how much are they paying?" The words are barely out of her mouth when she notices amazonians. "I don't believe you've ever asked us to give you a suggestion on something for your viewing pleasure..." She cocks her head to the side, trying to figure out what he's trying to get their input on.

Star-Lord has posed:
"I've decided, as your Captain," Quill begins....

That means that this either A) isn't going to be something they like, or B) is something QUill wants a lot of credit for thinking up.

"To enact some team-building experience, and get us a proper vacation. Now, there's some different options, and I want to know, you know, a sort of gist of what you'd want in a vacation, so I can select something that's reasonable for most of us."

So, B.

"Drax already voted and I threw his vote out, so don't worry there. We're not going to go find Thanos."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"Teambuilding?" The anthropomorphic raccoon finishes his cross into the room and sits down heavily on one of the seats, shifting the tail out of the way. "Vacation, I can get behind," he begins. His eyes narrow again, though, "But you selecting? Can we vote on that first? Because I vote we let Groot choose."

Gamora has posed:
"Okay, so I was right about the getting killed but not about the getting paid," Gamora rests a hand on her hip as she peers between Quill and Rocket. "Why would we need a vacation? Teambuilding makes sense, but... what exactly do you do on a vacation?" It's clear by the expression on her face that she's genuinely baffled. "... maybe Rocket's right. Groot should choose."

Star-Lord has posed:
Quill is exhasperated. "Are you honestly both giving your votes to the tree?" he asks, slumping back in his chair. "We're going to end up on a forest planet covered in Ewoks in skirts," Quill sighs deeply, rubbing one hand back through his short, lightly curly hair.

"The objective is to bond through some way OTHER than mutual trauma. Also I'd like to relax for maybe two, three days. ....Also maybe each of these options has a possible job related to it. But /mostly/ this is for the relaxing thing."

That might be true.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket looks consideringly at Gamora, bushy eyebrows dropping as he considers, his expression dubious once more. He's got the support of Gamora on the election of Groot, and as he looks back at Quill, there's a touch of a smile that creeps onto the muzzle of the raccoon-shaped Guardian.

"All those in favor of Groot leading the vacation squad, say 'aye'." In the next breath, then, Rocket answers his own vote with,

"Aye."

He votes, but there's something that Quill says that brings his attention to the fore. Job. Fuzzy brows rise, and he cants his head, his ears flexing forward.

"Job? Like.. really?"

Gamora has posed:
"What's an Ewok?" Gamora moves to find a spot where she can lean against the wall, arms folded across her chest. The question of the Ewok isn't as important as the topic of a vacation, though. She seems to trying to suss out the motives. "So the idea is we go somewhere and do something not traumatizing for three days?" She looks skeptical.

Ah, but there /is/ a job somewhere in there. That seems to put her more at ease. "What sort of relaxing are we supposed to be doing? All of this looks... busy." She gestures around at the screens, though she is actually looking. "Scenic places are nice," she notes idly, as if the thought had just come to her.

Star-Lord has posed:
"Yeah, sure," Quill agrees to Rocket's question about if there's a job. 'Sure' is probably VERY convincing indeed.

"Okay, to clarify, there's a job on the starship option, not so much the others. So yes, there is at least one job amoungst these to pick from, and that's where MY vote is, but if we need to go with what GROOT wants..." Quill trails off, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, and giving Gamora a begging look, as if to request she back him up, please.

"An Ewok is like... Rocket, but with the speech competency of Groot. In a loincloth," Quill describes, with a deepened sigh. Close enough.

"I didn't say a vacation is nothing. There's usually eating. And deciding where to eat next. I don't do a lot of vacations; this is new to me, too."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket doesn't even try to figure out what Quill is saying half the time. The other half? The only time he really pays attention is if there's a job involved, which usually means he can potentially 'get stuff'.

"Still votin' for Groot." Rocket looks at Gamora. "You're the tie-breakere here." His tones are filled with the proper gravity; it's a battle that needs to be won! Heh..

That description, however, gains another headtilt and a long stare, his whiskers start to flatten against his fuzzy muzzle. "That's just dumb." Beat. "Ewok.."

Though, eating? Rocket's ears swing fully forward, and he considers before his voice drops, "Okay, okay.. if there's eating involved, we'll let you stay in charge."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora clearly doesn't like being the tie breaker when it comes to vacations. This isn't at all in her wheelhouse and downtime between missions tended to just be training for more missions. She clears her throat. "Okay, well, I would like to try this then. Someplace with good food and..."

She seems thoughtful. "A waterfall." She looks back towards Quill, as if challenging him to somehow find a place with both of those things. Is he up to the task?

Star-Lord has posed:
Quill stares at Gamora for a few long beats. She may have found a task he's not up to.

Except...

"That is a vote for the lakeside planet of the amazon women of Prish B. I'm all for Gamora's waterfalls. And Groot can get his bask on. And I will ... also be there."

Quill will be getting a massage. Or eight. "Great. Good vote. Dismissed," Quill says, with a winning grin, clasping his hands, and getting to his feet.